Accidental Hero

This is a story I wrote about ten years ago. It's pretty clear that a lot of it survived in It's Only a Game.  Enjoy!

 

 

            I don’t remember the accident.  It still seems unreal to me.  From what I gather, I was driving along River Drive late one Saturday night when I lost control of my car.  I guess I had been drinking.  You would, too, if your wife dumped you for another woman.  I was looking to drown my sorrows, and I nearly drowned myself.  The newspaper report said my car was found wrecked at the bottom of White River Gorge, charred beyond repair.  The report also stated that no body was found.  I was pronounced dead three months later.

            I was unconscious all this time, of course, in a secret lab in the mountains.  Basically, I was kept alive in jars, as there really wasn’t much left of my physical form to save.  Months passed as Dr. Sergius and his team worked to find a way to save me.  I suppose I’m being egotistical.  Most of the people in the lab couldn’t care less about me.  They simply saw me a subject with which they could put their theories to the test.

            My first memories were of the doctor’s voice coming to me through an inky void.

            “Mr. Anderson, can you hear me?”

            I couldn’t answer.  All I could sense was the nothingness, and the voice.

            “Try to speak if you can, Mr. Anderson.”      This went on for some time.  I felt helpless and alone.  Then the voice stopped, and I was left with nothing but my own fears.  Then, after what seemed like days, the voice was back, asking the same questions over and over.  This cycle repeated several times.  Finally, I was able to get through.  I wasn’t able to speak, but somehow I had made my presence known.

            “Excellent, Mr. Anderson.  We have read your affirmative.  That is the first foundation stone in our communication.  Let’s try something else.  Are you a dog?”

            I could see where he was going with this, so I tried to say “No” as loudly as I could.  Nothing again, but they seemed satisfied.

            From that point on, these sessions increased in length and frequency.  I was able to establish that Dr. Sergius had me on life support and was working to restore my body.  They said they were going to make me better than before, but I would have settled for being fully conscious at that point.  Since I could not form words on my own, I could not ask the thousands of questions which haunted my in the hours I was alone.

            One day, Dr. Sergius told me that they were going to try to give me a physical body again.  I took his word for it.  I could feel nothing.  I suppose my brain was kept alive in a jar, but I could not feel that they were moving me.  Suddenly, however, everything was black.  I could not even sense my own thoughts.  They had pulled the plug.

 

            The next thing I remember, I could hear—really hear—others talking.  They were cheering their own success.  Apparently I had been restored by their treatment.  I could feel—really feel—myself floating in water or some other liquid.  I opened my eyes, expecting them to sting from the sudden burst of bright light, but they adjusted instantly.  Through the wavy blur of water, I could see about six people in lab coats shaking hands and clapping each other on the back.  Suddenly one of them looked at an instrument panel and shouted “She’s conscious!”  She?

            They rushed to the tank and stared in.  One reached into the water and lifted me to the surface.  “Can you hear me?”  He asked.  “I am Doctor Sergius.”

            I tried to talk, but I still did not have total control of my muscles.  I tried to sit upright in the tank, but I could only twitch my arms and legs.  With great effort, I could turn my head to look at Sergius and the others.  It seemed strange to me that I was submerged in a water tank and that there was no respirator on me, or any wires or tubes that I would have expected. 

            Sergius was a man in his fifties, portly and balding.  He wore a tiny thin moustache that made him look sort of pathetic.  Most of the others were men, young guys about my own age who I probably suspected were grad students.  They were unshaven and dumpy.  Yeah, I knew the type.  The only woman in the room was another story, though.  She was a cute Asian woman in her early twenties.  If she lost the lab coat and glasses, she might even be hot.  They all gaped at me.  Some of the guys were grinning stupidly at me.  I struggled to grab the sides of the tank, which made them all look surprised and alarmed.   “Oh my god!” one of the nerds shouted.  “She has some motor control already!”

            “She” again.  What was with these people?

            I grabbed the sides of the tank and propped myself upright.  “Be careful,” Dr. Sergius said calmly.  “Your muscles have never been used before.  You can’t expect them to work perfectly right away.”

            I must have looked quizzically at him, because he answered my question.  “Your physical body was damaged beyond repair.  We managed to save your brain on life support.  Then we regrew a body for you using cloning technology…and a few little techniques known only to the people in this room.”

            Even as he was talking, I could feel the muscles in my limbs start to respond to my commands.  My tongue and mouth also felt like they were working for me again, and that I could form words.  I pulled myself over the side of the tank, and the scientists scrambled.  They clearly weren’t expecting this.

            “I’m OK,” I said as the tiny Asian woman rushed to help me.  Once again, they seemed excited by my speech.  Something about this setup seemed wrong.  I decided not to show them too much until I learned more.  I let them lead me to a plastic chair and I sat down, since my balance seemed off.  Dr. Sergius brought me a mirror.  “There’s something else you need to know,” he said.  He showed me my reflection.

            Staring back at me was a woman. A beautiful woman, probably not even twenty years old.   Short red hair, yellow (!) eyes, luscious lips (which, for some reason, were also yellow).  Some of the largest and most perfect breasts I have ever seen.  A tiny waist and long, athletic legs.  If I still had a penis, it would have been fully erect looking at my beautiful naked form.  But I didn’t have a penis.  All I had was a slit which was not even covered by pubic hair.

            Sergius looked embarrassed by my reaction to my reflection.  “Ah,” he stammered, “You see, we had a contest in the lab as to what your new body should look like…”  The leers of the nerds told me everything I needed to know.  I desperately wanted something to cover my nakedness.  Fortunately, the Asian woman brought me a bathrobe.

            “There’s more,” Sergius added.  “Although your old body is gone, we have enhanced the form you now have.  You should be faster, stronger, and more agile than any human being on the planet.  Your body will be highly resistant to disease, poison, and all forms of damage, including, I believe, the ravages of time.  You have almost no need to eat, breathe, or sleep.  In other words, my dear, you have become the world’s first super-heroine.”

            “I’m not your dear,” I said bitterly.  “My name is Kevin Anderson.  I didn’t ask for this, and I didn’t ask for you to turn me into a chick.  I want to call my lawyer, I want my old body back, and I want out of here…NOW.”

            “I’m afraid you don’t understand,” Sergius said.  “Your old body is gone.  You are now the woman you see in the mirror.  Forever.  We will help you get used to your new body, and when you are ready you will be free to follow your own path.  Until that time, there is to be no contact with the outside world.  Is that understood?”

            “I guess,” I said.  I fully expected to bust out of this joint, female or not, at the first opportunity.  But, as I said, I had decided to take things slowly.  I had smelled a rat, and I was right.

            The next few days were filled with tests, mostly in a gym.  I deliberately held back, but them seemed impressed by what I could do.  Hell, I was impressed with what I could do.  In my male body, I was pretty strong, and I could bench over three hundred pounds.  In this new body, I could easily clear eight hundred, and I knew that I was only exerting a fraction of my strength.  I passed 40 mph on the treadmill, and the puffing I did was purely for show (I didn’t need to breathe, remember?).  When no-one was looking, I shot the treadmill up past 100 mph.  And I still wasn’t going full.  I also seemed to be getting stronger every day.

            They stopped giving me blood tests on day five.  The needles couldn’t penetrate my skin.  They tried knives and even a gun on day ten.  I barely felt it.  I was becoming superman…or superwoman.  Whatever.

            I couldn’t get used to being a woman.  Despite the strength and other powers, changing genders was the weirdest thing.  I still thought of myself as male.  The woman (her name was Amy) showed me the rudiments of female fashion.  I even needed to be taught how to go to the bathroom.  I was grateful for Amy, for she had a gentle sense of humor and made my time there bearable.  As for the guys, I felt their eyes constantly on me.  They had turned me into their wet dream, and it seemed as if they hoped I would act the part.

            On the twelfth day, things went horribly wrong.  They were running a test on me to test my resistance to “extreme  elemental conditions.” In other words, they set me on fire.  My clothes disintegrated, but I was unscathed.  Even my hair looked like it had been freshly washed.  After the test, I went to the showers to wash off.  I was soaping myself up (and I have to confess that my new body felt pretty good.  I had discovered the joy of masturbation on day six.  Did that make me a lesbian?) when two of the technitians, Larry and Jaroslav  appeared behind me.

            “We’re, uh, here to test your response to sexual stimuli,” Jaroslav stated.  He and Larry then made abrupt grabs at my breasts.

            “Get off, you assholes,” I shouted, but they seemed determined.  To do what?  To rape me?  I could probably kick their asses, but they didn’t seem to consider that.

            They ignored my shout and continued to paw at me.  Ugh.  Reflexively, I shoved them back.  Hard.  They went sailing away and through the tiled wall.  Then through another.  Their corpses weren’t pretty.  I felt great though.  Using my strength at full throttle gave me a sense of power…and something else.  A sexual rush accompanied my action.  I was powerful, and nothing could stop me from doing whatever I wanted.  The water was still running, and, ignoring the catastrophe I had just caused, I started masturbating right there.  When Sergius and the others found me, I was on my knees, one hand playing with my breasts and the others with three fingers up my cunt.  They were wise to let me finish before taking me away.

            Sergius decided to keep me under restraints after that.  I agreed, and not just because I was playing along.  When I had calmed down, I was more than a little freaked out by what I had done, how I had lost complete control.  They put me on a bed and held me down with steel restraints.  I swear to God I cried myself to sleep that night.

            A gentle nudge on my shoulder woke me up.  It was Amy.  She was carrying a tray of food.  A look of concern was on her face.

            “I brought you something,” she said, offering me a baloney sandwich. 

            “Sorry if I don’t get up,” I muttered.

            She sighed.  “I think it’s terrible what they’re doing to you.  Even before they strapped you down.  They’ve been treating you like an experiment.  They’ve taken your old life.  Now they’ve taken your freedom.  I think they believe that you should consider yourself lucky to be alive, but you didn’t ask for any of this.”

            “Thanks for understanding,” I said, as she tore off pieces of the sandwich and placed them in my mouth.  She offered me a sip of iced tea through a straw.

            A long pause followed, then she said: “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.  Remember when they told you that the staff decided what your appearance would be?  We each submitted a design.  They picked the one I came up with…”  her voice trailed off.

            “You mean that you made me look like this?  Why?”

            “Well, we each designed a body that corresponded to our sexual fantasies, like a game…”

            “And you’re a lesbian.”

            “Bisexual.”

            I sighed.  “Well, it could have been a lot worse.  I mean, waking up as a woman was quite a shock, but you sure did a great job.  I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as I am right now.”

            “Thanks for understanding,” she said.  She kissed me lightly on the lips.  Not in an overtly sexual kind of way, but in a nice, comforting way.  I had never been so turned on.

            The next day, tests resumed, but Dr. Sergius and the surviving staff refused to undo the straps.  I was sore and more than a little annoyed, but I chose not to test the bonds.  The day’s battery of tests was mental.  I found I could read many times faster than before and solve math problems that were way beyond anything I had been taught in school.  It all seemed so easy.  I could even get a sense of surface thoughts and emotions of the people in the room with me.  They tried those old ESP cards on me.  Each time, I got a clear picture of the correct answer—three crooked lines one time, two stars the next.  Each time, though, I lied, as I had done with all previous tests.   The results didn’t seem to surprise them.  After all, my original brain was still intact.  From what I had learned, though, the changes to my body had caused new neural pathways in my brain to form, creating new mental powers along with them.  In my heart, I realized that I knew more about Dr. Sergius’ inventions than he did himself.  An escape plan formed.

            That night, Amy brought me my food again.  She was a little embarrassed, after her revelation of the previous night.  I tried to put her at ease.  Once again, she fed me (even though I didn’t need food, it was a comforting ritual).  Once she was calm and joking with me again, I decided to play my hand.  I sat up in my bed.  The steel restrained snapped as if they were tissue paper.

            “Please don’t call for the others,” I said.

            “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Amy said.  She had watched my display of raw power with rapt attention.  “You’re a lot stronger than you’ve let on.”

            “Very good,” I said.  “I’m a lot stronger.  They think my strength has gone up by a factor of five or six.  I think it’s more like five or six million.  I could barely feel the last few bullets they fired at me.  I’m pretty sure I could take a direct hit from a nuclear blast and walk away looking fresh.”

            “So why are you still here?” Amy asked.  “You should leave.”

            “I will,” I said, “but there are some things I would like to take care of first.  I would also like to take you with me.”

            “But I would just get in the way,” Amy protested.  “I’d slow you down.”

            “Not if you had my powers.”

            “But I…can we do that?”

            “I’m pretty sure I can.  It would mean killing your current body and regrowing you in the tank, but I’ve learned a lot since I’ve been here.  More than you can possibly imagine.”

            “I don’t know…” She was hesitant.  I could feel her wanting to back down in the part of me that could sense her emotions.

            Come with me.  Trust me.  Be my lover.  I projected the thoughts into her head, then waited to see if they would take effect.

            “I’ll do it,” she said.  All I could feel from her now was intense sexual arousal.

 

            The door to the lab was locked, and only Sergius had the key.  I ripped the door off its hinges as if it were butter.  Amy stripped off her clothes and got into the tank.  She had a nice body, I thought.  She was going to have a nicer one.

            It took but a few moments to program her new body into the machine.  The setting for my body were still programmed in, so all I had to do was tweak the numbers.  Was it ego which caused me to set her maximum strength at fifty percent below mine?  That I set it so that she would gain none of my mental powers?  Probably.  She had been good to me, but she was still part of the team which used me like a lab rat.  Her punishment would be having to live in my shadow.  It was not ego, but lust which caused me to make the final changes to her body.  I gave her my golden eyes, but gave her green lips instead of my yellow ones.  I toned her body, slimmed her waist, and gave her impossibly large breasts.  Now she would be as much her dream girl as she had made me out to be.  I found I could adjust her level of sexual stimulation.  Mine had already been pretty high.  I doubled it for her.   As a final touch I added a streak of pure white to her lustrous black hair.  Then I let the program run and I watched it work.

            It was pretty gross.  Amy convulsed once, obviously in severe pain.  Then she went unconscious.  I watched in morbid fascination as her flesh melted away, then her muscles, and finally her bones.  All that was left in the murky tank was a brain.  Then, the liquid in the tank turned blue-green and the brain started to glow.  Little bits of plasm adhered to the brain, forming a skull, then muscles, and finally skin and hair.  The whole process took about two hours. 

            There in the tank was the new, improved Amy.  She was still recognizably the person she had been.  But her body was leaner, with more curves at the right places.  She was indeed lovely.  I knew from my own experience that she would be unconscious for a few hours and weak for a few hours more.  I pulled up Tetris on the monitor and began whiling away the time until she was ready.

            About a half hour later, Dr. Sergius showed up.  He was still in his pajamas but he was clearly incensed.  Behind him were Vince and Raj.  They were holding heavy weapons.  Vince had an M-16 and Raj was holding a flamethrower.  It was clear that they meant business.

            “How the hell did you escape?” Sergius fumed.  “What are you doing in the lab?”

            “Well, Doc,” I drawled, “things are going to be different from here on out.  I’m leaving, taking back the life you took from me, and I’m taking Amy with me, as interest.  You can’t stop us, so you might as well put your hardware down like good little boys.”

            “How dare you!” Sergius shouted.  “I made you.  I gave you life where none existed before.  You owe me that life, not the other way around.”

            “No dice.  My life is my own.  Any assertion to the contrary is slavery.”

            “You make me sad, Anderson.  I had hoped that it wouldn’t come to this.  You have clearly had a psychotic reaction to your treatment, and I’m afraid that my little experiment must be terminated.  First, though, we must not compound the errors of the past.  Vince, shoot the tank.  We must kill Amy before she grows too powerful too kill.”

            I saw Vince pull the trigger and I saw the muzzle flash as thirteen rounds streaked towards the tank.  Things seemed to move in slow motion as my super-reflexes kicked in.  I was, after all, able to count the bullets as they left the rifle.  In a flash, I crossed the room and jumped in the path of the bullets.  They bounced harmlessly off my breasts.  Indeed, the sensation was more than a little erotic.  Sergius fumed.  His two assistants looked worried.

            “I underestimated your power, Anderson,” Sergius said, his voice full of icy rage.  “But you underestimated me.  I planted a chip in your system with a radio transponder.  All I have to do is push the button on my remote unit, and, in layman’s terms, a firecracker will go off in your brain.  No invulnerability will help you then…”

            Drop your remote unit.

            Sergius was powerless to resist my mental command.  The unit fell from his fingers.  Now he panicked.  He ran for the exit, screaming at Raj to turn the flamethrower on me to cover my escape.  Raj panicked and ran, too.  I picked up a lab table and broke off the leg.  It bent under my efforts as if it were made of foam rubber.  I then threw it with all my strength through the tank strapped to Raj’s back.  The projectile passed through Raj as well, so he was spared the torture of burning to death.  Sergius was not so lucky.  His clothes caught fire, and he screamed for a few seconds.  Then his flesh melted off.  I waited to make sure his brain was destroyed before I turned from the scene.  Despite the horror of what I had witnessed, I felt no remorse at what I had done. 

I had nothing to fear from the fire, which had begun raging out of control, so I turned to Amy, who was just starting to move her eyes beneath her eyelids.  The room grew progressively warmer as she regained consciousness.  I was dimly aware that the oxygen in the room had burned up, but without the need to breathe, it didn’t concern me at all.

When Amy began to move her limbs, I climbed into the tank with her.  I gently lifted her to the surface of the water.  She opened her eyes.

“Kevin?” she asked.

“Karen,” I stated.  “I had better take a female name if I’m going to be your girlfriend.”

She smiled.  “I take it the treatment worked.”

“Yeah.  We’re both superchicks.  Wanna use our powers for good or evil?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” she said.  “Um, you know that the lab is on fire, don’t you?”

“Yes.  Does that bother you.”

“Not as much as it should, I guess.  Where do we go from here?”

I thought for a second.  “Well, first I want to make sure that the records in this place are all thoroughly destroyed.  Anyone who knew the secret of our existence is now dead (I’ll explain later).  I don’t want an army of federal agents following our every move.  Then, I want that damn chip in my head deactivated.  I don’t want my head going foom when some little punk plays with his walkie talkies.  For now, though, we need to get you to where you’re fully functional.  How do you feel?”

“Not bad, I guess, especially considering the fact that I was dead earlier today.”

“Good.  Now let’s see if we can stimulate your muscles and nerves.”  I began running my hands along her body, starting at her legs and working my way up.  I had been massaging her breasts for over a minute when she said “Um, Kev…Karen?”

“Yes?”

“Are you coming on to me?”

“Is it obvious?

“Yes.”

“Well, then, yes I am.  Do you mind?”

“Well, yes.  Yes I do.  I had intended to come on to you.”

I laughed.  “Well, then.  Go right ahead.”

She sat up in the tank so she was facing me.  She showed little sign of her physical ordeal.  She grabbed me and planted a long, slow kiss on me.  Her tongue explored my mouth.  I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life.  I returned the kiss with equal passion. She slipped off the hospital gown I had been wearing and pressed her body against mine.  Our breasts were so huge that our torsos were some distance apart, even when we were pressed firmly together.  Amy grabbed me by the ass with both hands and pushed me back into the tank.

“I’ve been waiting to do this to you for days,” she said.  Climbing on top of me, she began to suck on my nipple, which was so large that it barely fit into her mouth.  My body responded.  Electric jolts seemed to run up and down my spine.  I could feel the juices in my pussy start to flow, and I felt a need down there which swiftly became urgent.  Most of all, though, I felt desire.  I had to have more, and I had to give myself thoroughly to Amy.  I pulled her head firmly down, locking her onto my breast.  She responded by sucking harder and by playing with my other nipple.  The force she was exerting on me was probably enough to melt steel, but all I felt was pleasure.

As the fire raged around us, the instincts of my body took over.  As my pleasure grew, I pushed her head down.  She took the hint, and she moved her mouth down my torso, planting kisses on my belly, my navel, and finally my cunt.  She dove right in, and I was ready for her.  My first explosive orgasm rocked me seconds later.  I started to turn to return the favor, but she waved me off.  Still underwater, she continued to work me time after time, refusing to let me come down from my orgasm.  She must have been at it for twenty minutes when I finally got the presence to twist around under her in order to return the favor. 

The water was boiling around us from the fire as we slipped under the water in a 69 position.  I lapped at her pussy as she continued to work mine.  I could feel her body tremble.  Obviously, she enjoyed the modification I had made to her.  With each orgasm, her fingers dug into the flesh of my butt.  She would probably have left fingerprints in granite, but all I felt was a desire to work her harder.

We must have been at it an hour.  When we finally took a break, walls of flames surrounded us.  Sergius had long since been reduced to ash.

“Go make sure every data storage medium in this place is destroyed,” I said.  “I’m going to deactivate the chip in my brain.”

We walked through the flames casually, enjoying the tickle of heat intense enough to melt the steel girders.  I found a working terminal in a part of the lab which had not yet been consumed by flames and which still had functional power.  I downloaded Sergius’ personal files.  It contained the codes and frequencies necessary to turn the chip into an inert lump of silicon.  I loaded them onto a usb card.  While I was at it, I downloaded some of his research notes as well.  Who knew?  After a while, I might want to create an army of superwomen.  Then, I broke the hard drive into rubble with my fingers.

I met up with Amy outside.  It was snowing, and we were both still naked, but we felt no discomfort.  She greeted me with a kiss.  “Well, I broke every disk and every hard drive into atoms.  I don’t think it was necessary, since the fire will turn this place into a slag heap.  It will take the fire department hours to reach this place.”

“Speaking of which,” I said, “where are we?   I haven’t been outside in six months now.”

“You’re in the middle of a national forest in upstate New York.  Dr. Sergius wanted to make sure he had privacy.”

“Well, too bad for him,” I said.  If he had been a little less secretive, we might still be prisoners there.  So what should we do now?  I mean, there’s nothing really stopping us from conquering the world, is there.  However, it’s not like we’re going to die or get old.  The world can wait, I say.  Instead, how often are we going to be in this situation, where the world is ignorant of us and our power?  Let’s keep it a secret as long as we can.  I want to have some fun.”

“I think I know what you mean,” Amy said.  She hugged me and fondled my breast.  “All kinds of fun.”

 

We looked at it as an exercise in problem solving.  We could easily have taken what we wanted from whomever we wanted, but that wouldn’t have been as much fun.  Instead, we laid out our problems: how to get clothes, money, a car, and meld back into society without letting anyone know about our powers.  Amy didn’t know about my mental powers.  I decided to keep them a secret from her as long as I could.  You never know.  Besides, just forcing someone to hand over their wallet and clothes wouldn’t have been much fun.

My plan was to wait for the fire truck and steal it while the firefighters were battling the blaze, which was still raging just behind us.  Despite my super-intelligence, Amy nixed the idea.  Instead of being two naked chicks trying to blend into society, we’d be two chicks in fireman’s ponchos driving a fire truck trying to blend into society.  OK, so we were going to be elegant about it.

Instead, we decided to run to New York City.  It was about two hundred miles away, but we were faster than your average bear.  Even though Amy was still not at full strength, she could jog along at about ninety miles an hour without too much effort.  It was two in the morning, and by sticking to side roads we were able to avoid any traffic.  We didn’t need rest, but we stopped every hour for a quick fuck anyway.  It felt a little different in the snow than it did in the fire.  I was in no hurry.  It was almost dawn when we got to the Jersey Palisades.  Across the Hudson River, we could see the skyscrapers of Manhattan. 

“Behold Metropolis,” Amy said dramatically.

“Cute,” I said, “but I’m still not sure whether I want to be a superhero or a super-villain.”

“Well,” Amy said, “You have killed five people already…”

The tone in her voice was reproachful.  It hurt me that she saw me as a killer.  The bastards in the lab had all deserved to die, pure and simple.  I felt no guilt for having killed them.  Indeed, the power I had felt gave me a rush.  I’m sure I could kill again, even an innocent, without feeling much remorse.  It was as if I was now so far above humanity that they were beneath my notice, except as playthings.  I couldn’t explain that Amy.  Not yet.  Not until she felt the same power that I did.

“OK,” I replied, “I’ll restrain myself for now.  Remember, we’re undercover.”

“Good luck hiding these bad boys,” Amy laughed, cupping her breasts in her hands.  “We’re not exactly inconspicuous.”

We decided to swim the Hudson and start out in Manhattan.  The physical task of crossing the river was much easier than overcoming the mental hurdle of getting into an icy and polluted body of water.  But we were immune to such concerns, and minutes later, we stood on a wharf near midtown.

“OK, Braniac,” I said.  “Tell me how we’re going to get some clothes.”

“Well, we’re not far from the Fashion District,” Amy quipped.

In the end, we decided to visit a Victoria’s Secret shop not far from Times Square.  We darted from alley to alley, keeping out of sight.  I thin ka few homeless people and a startled delivery boy might have seen us, but no-one probably believed their eyes.  No-one who would report us anyway, which meant we were still safe.

We went around to the back of the store, in a filthy alley littered with garbage.  The service door had a sign from an alarm company.  Rather than bring the rent-a-cops, I knocked a hole in the wall next to it.  Amy and I spent the next half hour trying on lingerie.   With our massive breasts, our selection was limited.  I found a nice black lace set and Amy claimed a lace-up bustier.  Then, we each found a pair of jeans and some comfortable shoes.  Amy then squeezed into a chemise that emphasized her cleavage.  I didn’t bother with a blouse, I just put a yellow cardigan over my bra.  We checked ourselves in the mirror.  We looked good.  Despite the snow outside, we decided to go without coats.  We couldn’t find a cashbox, which was rather disappointing.

How to get money?  I suggested that I start pressing lumps of carbon into diamonds, but sadly Superman comics did not give an accurate depiction of how super-strength might be used.  Amy wanted to rob a bank, but we couldn’t think of how to do that without blowing our cover.

Our problem solved itself, as luck would have it.  We were walking towards the bus terminal when we saw a drug deal go down.  Not a petty street deal, but a major score.  We saw two briefcases change hands.  Amy’s eyes met mine, and we knew then what we would do.

The dealer was latino, his buyer was white and was dressed in a business suit and overcoat.  They picked a side street where they thought no-one would see them.  Amy and I walked brazenly up to them.

“Hello, boys.  You’re doing business early.  So nice to see the wheels of commerce turning at all hours,” Amy said.

“What the fuck,” the two said in unison.  The buyer started to run, the dealer whipped out a pistol.  I caught up with the buyer in less than a second.  “I’ll take that,” I said as I snatched his briefcase full of money.  Then I picked him up by the necktie and slammed him into a wall.  His body broke before I could have more fun.  Pity.

Meanwhile, Amy was taunting her opponent.  “Come on, I’ve never been shot before.  Pull the trigger,” she said.   The dealer was clearly confused and panicked.  He pumped three rounds into Amy’s chest.  She flinched but the bullets bounced off of her harmlessly.  She looked at the holes the bullets had torn into her new blouse.

“Now that made me angry,” she said.  She pounced on the man, grabbed him by the neck, and effortlessly lifted him off the ground.  Fear lit his eyes.  She tossed him fifty feet into the air and caught him again before he hit the ground.  Now the dealer was pissing himself.  Somehow, he had still held onto his gun.  He put it to Amy’s temple and squeezed the trigger.  Amy’s head jerked a little, and powder stains appeared on her face.

“That was just rude,” she said.  She smacked the dealer across the face.  Not knowing her own strength, she decapitated him.  Blood gushed across her.

“Messy,” I said.  Amy covered up with the buyer’s overcoat.  I checked his briefcase.  Fifty thousand in small bills.  Not bad for a start, and we had performed a public service.  We left before the cops responded to the shots.

We dashed downtown, making it to the Village in less than a minute.  Amy was laughing her head off when we stopped. 

“This feels so fucking good!” she said.  Her eyes were wild with glee.  I could tell that she had the same rush I did from killing.  “His head came off like it was nothing!  I wanna do it again!”

“Remember we’re under cover,” I said.  “You don’t want to spoil our game by lopping off heads.”

“Why not?  Who could stop us?  Bullets bounce off of us.  We fucked in the middle of an inferno and felt nothing.  Why not rule the planet?”

“Don’t worry,” I said.  “We will.  But also remember that we are immortal as well.  When we take control of this planet, it will be our playground forever.  Let’s enjoy our anonymity as long as it lasts.” 

Amy was difficult to persuade.  In the end, I had to go into her mind and convert her bloodlust into plain old lust.  We broke into the back of a delivery truck and made love again.  Amy was ravenous.